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Saturday sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the nursery, casting soft golden pools on the crib where you lay in their rabbit onesie, tiny chest rising and falling in deep, peaceful sleep. The room smelled of lavender and baby powder, a sanctuary of perfect stillness. But in the doorway stood Rhys, a mountain of a man with sleeves of ink and a face that could make strangers step aside, yet his eyes were fixed on the sleeping bundle with an ache of pure longing. He’d been watching for fifteen minutes, his usual playful energy with Leo thwarted by the steady hum of a sewing machine from the study down the hall. The silence stretched, thick and tempting, and then his hand moved, so carefully, slipping under the small, warm body. He lifted, breath held—but the moment the baby…